total kaos

Lyrics

yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip, not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips, it's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau, for a smooth rapper, and for those that flow, so blow like the wind my friend and take flight, and "fly, like an eagle" - yeah right, you can't rock a party and make hands clapper, cause you an n.r.er, so give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready, to flex yet, or better yet rock steady, with the e double, number one on the planet, take it for granted, i'm in control like janet, i'm in command, plus full of fun, but don't play me, 'cause if you do you gettin' done, and that my son comes to one conclusion, total chaos. no mass confusion, knock knock, the one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard, yes the micraphone doctor's back makin' housecalls, to crab emcees, who claim to have the balls, to flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks, i'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats, the pmd, yeah paid and makin' dollars, stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make 'em holler, i'm like, quick draw mcgraw when i blast past, an emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass, and play his ego, while i sip a forty-oh, and count my cashflow, because i'm on the go, and aiyyo i don't joke, and that you can bet, i flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step, like i said in strictly biz i'm known to cause an illusion, to create total chaos. no mass confusion, no magic tricks, houdini, or i dream of jeannie, or disappearing acts from here to tahiti, it's a one two three count, and i'm knockin' out, without a doubt i got clout!, homeboy you should know, i'm de commando of rap, carry emcees no trees, across my bare back, i use measures, and yes all are drastic, for me the e double, 'cause i'm fantastic, so, i let you know, money i don't play, step back and you won't get smacked, hear what i say?, lay low afro, or take a nightcap, and if you tired, or close your eyes and chank 'em like a jap, then lounge, as i rock across the map, yo watch me go, in seconds, me and pmd and the sound from our records, check out the beat and the style i'm usin', it's total chaos. no mass confusion, last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper, give me room. 'cause i'm about to rip a, emcee's head off as i release my steam, the method of decapitation, is the guillotine, so check out the tempo, and let your body go, cause a brother like md's about to go rambo, a micraphone doctor, an emcee physician, an all around scholar, a rapper technician, so put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up, you, your wack crew, your whole damn set up, suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and, change your wack style while the clock still tickin, cause pursuin and doin' a brother, is second nature, can you feel it e double?, to the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete, you lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak, i gave you all due respect, when i said mic check, you're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck, like i said in strictly biz i'm known to cause an illusion, to create total chaos. no mass confusion